Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ Learning ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Prompt used for this chapter: "Surprised".
A/N: Thanks again to Princess_P for the review :) Hope you enjoy the new chapter!

Warning: There is a bit of lemon-lime in here, and another appearance by the darker side of Vegeta!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

After Vegeta left, she quickly washed as well. Her body was just ready to pass out and never move again. She just couldn’t believe that Vegeta was actually going to start his training! She sighed. It must be a Saiyan thing, perhaps as long as he had food to fuel his energy he didn’t need sleep. She rolled her eyes at the thought. ‘I wish my body worked like that!’ she thought as she finally pulled herself from the shower.

She bypassed the mirror and brush for her pajamas and the bed. She quickly worked her fingers through her hair, getting out the tangles as best she could for the moment. ‘I’ll work on it when I get up,’ she thought lazily. She fell onto the bed and closed her eyes, not even bothering with the covers. ‘When I have more time and energy.’

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Vegeta walked to the guest room that had been designated as his. The woman and her mother kept stocking this room with more and more clothes that he would never wear, so he only figured that he was supposed to “live” here. He dropped the towel he had been using onto the bed, and went over to the drawer that held his training shorts and socks. After he pulled on his shorts, he turned to sit on the disheveled bed to put the socks on and saw the broken lamp on the floor. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, whether the bed had bumped the table it had sat on or maybe one of them had knocked it off.

They had ended up here after the shower, seeing as how this room was closer to the bathroom they had used. Of course, after a few rolls for dominance had landed them on the floor next to the shattered pieces of glass, thanks to the tiny bed the room was supplied with. Luckily it hadn’t fazed either of them, but he had sorely landed on the floor as she toppled over him. Before he could even think of reversing roles, though, she had sat up and surprised him by easily rotating her hips to take him inside her.

He growled as he stood up, throwing the towel off the bed, so he could make the bed.

She’d pulled a fast one on him, but he’d made sure she paid for it in the end. Although, he had to admit that it wasn’t as horrible as he had thought. He was actually content to let her do the work she had so badly wanted.

He tucked the edges of the covers under the mattress as they had been before they’d been messed up. Then he went over to pick up the shards of broken glass, being careful not to nick his skin with some of the sharper edges.

He had been enjoying her riding him, until she had to open that damn mouth of hers! A victorious smirk plastered on her face gave him all the warning he needed that it was going to end badly for her, and as her mouth opened and the words fell from her lips, it only confirmed his thoughts. He stopped her rotating hips, holding them in his firm grasp as he gave her a menacing look. It had only taken him a few seconds to have her flipped on her hands and knees, and he was taking her like the animal he was.

He picked up the smaller pieces of glass that were left and emptied them in the trash before turning around to survey the room. Searching to make sure the room looked spotless, no traces of glinting glass or a corner of the sheet un-tucked. Turning, he left the room that showed no signs of ever being used--well, except for the now missing lamp.

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Bulma groaned as she raised her head to look at her bedside clock. Her eyes widened a bit as she saw it was almost six. She raised a hand to rub at her eyes before checking again. ‘Yep, 6 o’clock alright. Oh well, that means it’s almost dinner time.’ She pushed herself up, feeling the strain in her muscles. She bit at her bottom lip, and prayed that her legs wouldn’t feel stiff.

She sat up, scratching the back of her head as she yawned, turning to swing her legs over the side of her bed. Her feet landed on the plush carpet, and she curled her toes around the softness. She put some weight on her feet to test the muscles in her legs. They were a little sore, but nothing she couldn’t get over or pretend it wasn’t there. So, she pushed herself up and made her way to the bathroom.

Once inside, she made her way to the mirror and her jaw fell. Her hair was a total mess since she’d fallen asleep with it wet and tangled, but that wasn’t what held her attention. ‘You are going to pay, Vegeta,’ she growled in her head. Leaning a bit closer to the mirror, she inspected the small red bites and discolored hickeys on her upper breasts and clavicle. After getting over the shock, she looked the rest of her body over. The only other place she found any marks were the back of her upper thighs, where his hands had been for most of the night, so she wasn’t too surprised to see the small greenish bruises.

“Guess I should shower and get something to eat,” she told herself as she turned away from the mirror.

After her shower, she primped herself and got dressed. Then, after making sure her clothes covered any visible signs of last night, she headed downstairs. She almost wanted to skip, but she stopped herself. If she showed any signs of being in a giddy mood her mother would surely know something was up, especially since she hadn’t come down until now.

She stretched her arms as she walked to the kitchen, towards the smell of her mother’s delicious cooking. Upon entering, there was her mother at the stove cooking up food for an army.

“Good evening, Mom.” Bulma approached her mother, her usual smile set in place so her mother wouldn’t be worried too much.

“Oh, Bulma.” Her mother looked up and put a hand to her chest. “Are you feeling better?”

Bulma heard the slight concern slip into her mother’s voice. “Better?” she asked confused.

“Oh, well, you didn’t come down for breakfast. Then when you didn’t come down for lunch I got worried, so I went to check on you. I even tried waking you, but all you did was mumble for me to go away. So I just figured you were sick.”

Bulma blushed a little. Had she been that out of it? “I didn’t mean to worry you, Mom. I was just up late.”

“I thought you were taking a few days off?” her mother asked innocently.

“I am. It’s just, you know me!” She panicked a little, but was glad that she had inherited her father’s brains. “Have to always be working on something if I’m bored.” She threw her mother a big smile as she leaned against the island counter.

“Well that’s good to hear, darling. I was going to say what a shame it was that you finally took some time-off and ended up getting sick. That would’ve just been terrible luck.”

Bulma laughed. “Terrible indeed. I’ve never really been one to get sick easily, though,” Bulma pointed out to her mother.

“Very true, dear,” her mother agreed. “Dinner’s almost done. Why don’t you go see if your father’s joining us.”

“Sure, Mom.”

Bulma pushed away from the counter and headed toward her father’s lab. As she passed through the main living room, she couldn’t help but look outside to the GR. She rolled her eyes at the red glow and continued on her path.

After dinner she excused herself, and made her way upstairs. Sure she had already slept half the day away, but she could still feel the pull of sleep tugging at her body. She got up to her room and fell back onto her bed, an arm resting over her forehead.

“I guess I can sleep now and wake up early tomorrow.” She nodded to herself. She couldn’t think of anything important she had to do besides a few minor projects tomorrow, so if she got too tired by midday perhaps she could take a nap.

She crawled up on her bed, not even bothering to change out of her shorts and T-shirt, as she turned the covers down and got under them. She didn’t even bother to set her clock, knowing she would most likely wake up in the early morning, if not before.

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One eye cracked open at the light shining through her bedroom. ‘What the hell,’ she thought tiredly. She pushed the covers down and blinked a few times. ‘The bathroom light?’ Had she gotten up to go to the bathroom and forgotten to turn off the light? She didn’t think she had. Then her brain picked up the sound of running water.

She looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. ‘Vegeta,’ she thought. She looked towards the balcony doors, and sure enough there were his shoes and socks sitting to the side. The water shut off and not two seconds later he was standing in the bathroom doorway, naked. She licked her lips. She wasn’t dreaming, was she?

“I was starting to wonder if you were dead.”

At his snarky comment she could feel her blood heat up. She pushed the covers away from her and moved off the bed to stand. “Then why did you stay? Or are you just that fucked up?” She stepped closer to him, but stopped as she saw his hand curl into a fist.

He glared at her. He took the few short steps between them, his fisted hand coming up to brush his knuckles across her cheek softly. His glare turning into a smirk as his hand unfisted and grabbed a lock of hair, pulling just hard enough to tilt her head to the side.

“You should already know the answer to that.” His breath fanned across her chin and neck. His lips barely touching her as they ran from the bottom of her chin to her neck. He chuckled lightly as he breathed her in. Her skin so thin he could easily see the pulse of her veins along her stretched neck.

She snorted at his comment. “Yes, I already knew you were a sick bastard. I still thought you at least had some morals left.” His teeth scrapped along her neck, making her knees buckle slightly.

He could almost taste it. The sweet smell of her blood called to him from beneath the thin barrier. “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much, woman?” his voice a little deeper than usual.

She smiled. “Sure, plenty of times.” She paused in her sentence, letting him think she was done. His teeth grazed across her neck again. ‘What is he doing?’ She couldn’t stop the thought from popping up. His hand still held the small lock of hair, as he breathed and teethed at her neck. “Can you guess how many times I actually gave a shit, though?”

He stopped his ministrations with a huff. “Pathetic human males.” He finally let go of her hair, and she immediately straightened. “Frightened of a woman who has no fighting power.”

She smirked. “We’re not a warrior race, Vegeta. On this planet there are other factors that keep people in line.”

His hand reached over to tug at her flimsy shirt. “Like your loud mouth. I get it.” He yanked the cloth, easily splitting the seams and tearing it from body. “But I’m not a pitiful human, now am I?” he growled. She was wearing what these humans called a “bra”. He reached out again, but she turned her back on him.

She walked away from him, not caring about his reaction. She was pissed, and yet the angrier he got her, the more turned on she became. How could somebody so infuriating and macho be so….stimulating. In fact, she was supposed to be yelling at him for marring her beautiful skin, yet here she was ready to pounce on him.

A strong hand rested on her stomach, pulling her back against hard muscle. “You shouldn’t show your back to the enemy,” his voice purred in her ear.

She felt the pull on the back of her bra before the hooks easily snapped. “You should learn to be a little more patient,” she snarled. That was her favorite bra! She flushed as her anger once again collided with her hormones.

“Hn. What fun is that? Besides, you seem to be enjoying my lack of patience.” His fingers slid along the front of her shorts, once again pulling on the material until the button popped from it’s stitching and the teeth of the zipper broke apart.

She would’ve turned around to yell in his face, if his hold wasn’t so firm. She felt the tug on her shorts before they disappeared, along with her panties. Her flesh was now pressed against his. She bit the inside of her cheek from mewling with want and pleasure. “Do you get some sort of sick pleasure from destroying things?!” she yelled instead of giving in.

The hand that had torn her clothes off slid up to her breast. “Yes,” he breathed in her ear. He was satisfied when her body shivered then relaxed against his.

It just wasn’t fair! He easily outweighed her when it came to strength. Even when she tried to use different tactics, he always seemed to be one step ahead of her. That, and he never backed down, at least not for long. She’d almost gotten her way last night, until her need to gloat had reared it’s ugly head.

She bit harder into her cheek as he twisted a nipple in his fingers, his other hand still pressing on her stomach. She pushed her bottom back against his groin. Her hands rested on his hips, gripping him, before inching back. There was only one spot that she knew of to get back in the game.

She continued to grind against him as her fingertips brushed lightly towards his back--his spine. His attention was still seemingly focused on her neck, but she felt his hand that was on her stomach slip lower. She smirked, letting a small moan escape as his fingers inched lower. Her own fingers found the protruding stump on his lower back.

The next thing she knew a hand was around her neck, squeezing, and her body was firmly being pressed into the mattress. She looked up in surprise and shock to see angry eyes and a snarling face. She swallowed the best she could with the hand almost choking her.

“You really do wish to die,” he seethed. He bared his teeth, his nose touching hers.

Her eyes narrowed in anger. “Then stop threatening and do it!” Her eyes widened slightly again as his hand tightened.

He smirked, pulling away from her face to get a full view of her squirming body. “Death is such a beautiful thing. Don’t you think?” His mocking laughter poured from his throat as her hands pulled at his wrists.

“Vegeta,” she breathed out. His face turned serious again as he let her go. She touched her neck lightly, surprised at how little it hurt. She was about to reach out and slap him, but remembered her past experience. Instead, she pushed at him, not that it would do much good. “What the fuck was that about?”

He growled, not moving from his position above her. “Don’t ever touch that spot again. Got it?”

Spot? Oh! She nodded. “I didn’t think it’d make you go insane,” she said lightly.

His trademark smirk appeared back on his face as he nudged his lower half against hers. “It does a lot of things.”

Her eyes glanced down, then back up. “Oh. I thought it just hurt you,” her voice wavering with emotion. Maybe she could find a way to touch it that wouldn’t make him go berserk but still cause the “good” side effects.

He saw the glint in her blue eyes. “If you ever touch it again, I will make your life hell.”

“Hm. As if you haven’t already.”

He leaned down and gave her a drugging kiss before pulling back. “You never do shut up,” he stood as he commented to himself. He grabbed her hips and scooted her fully on the bed.

“Nope.” She threw him a cheeky smile before he kneeled on the bed in front of her.

“I’m sure we’ll have that problem fixed after tonight,” he told her before attacking.